Sailing on the Labor Day weekend in
pretty much guarantees steamy heat with no wind and bath water temperature in . For the HideAways it means a three day
weekend during which, by golly, we will be sailing and spending the night at
anchor sleeping on deck pretending to be cool. Boca Ciega
|SV HideAway Goes To The Sea|
The Legend Has It Wrong: The Moon Is Not Made Of Swiss Cheese.
Hope was building East by South. The summer storms promised cool sailing-quality air soon. Mood on board picked up with the freshening wind. After a delightful reach to the eastern bay we dropped the jib when we neared the anchored fleet of holiday optimists. The capt sailed around the boats, found a choice spot and tacked up wind to let the crew drop anchor just off Clam Bayou. Then, back-winding the main sail, set the anchor. The depth finder read 5 feet at mid tide and we were off the
Gulfport channel far enough for only the most
persistent wakes to find us.
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Only two things matter when you’re sailing –
The Here and The Now – Especially the Now Part
We enjoyed an early supper as the sky darkened and began to swirl. The first water spout formed a few hundred yards away bearing down on us. The ugly, evil thing was large and strong; a true “Oh s---” moment. The crew ducked below. The capt grabbed his camera. The water spout vanished. The VHF blared another warning.
The bay turned angry throwing waves and white caps with abandon. HideAway heeled over 30 degrees and spun on her anchor in the wind. A wall cloud slid by dangling two large funnel clouds from which several small tornadoes hopped out and back like hairy roots on a carrot. Chaos reigned. The capt noticed a bird flying, against all odds, directly into the storm. We watched as it gained then lost ground flying backwards. Still, the bird pushed on.
The storm passed. Cool air, by
summer standards, prevailed accompanied by one of the most dramatic sunsets in
The HideAways sunk into soft air mattresses in the cockpit and pondered the night sky. The wind slept. The no see ums flew over from Clam Bayou to snack on exposed skin. The HideAways retreated to the protection of the fan below. The night seemed much longer than normal.
After breaking fast the crew, unable to raise the anchor, wrapped the shortened rode around the big forward cleat as the capt sailed over the buried anchor under main sail alone. The anchor broke free. Falling off the wind we sailed through the fleet on the cool-morning land breeze raising the genoa underway. Soon HideAway reached the breath taking speed of 5kn touring the bay until the solar-powered furnace fired up for another attempt at baking the foolish. The HideAways beat a hasty retreat to air conditioning.
On the way home the crew observed that we had been on our 200 yard cruise exactly 24 hours.
|Fire In The Sky Gulfport FL Aboard SV HideAway|
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